Okay bread from the
Bottom they
Heated watchin
Me risin’
No loafin’ no
Won’t let them
Stand behind
Me like Verizon
That’s how a
Nigga get got,
And a bitch get
Stabbed
Plotted by your
Right hand
They’ll watch
You pistol
Whipped and
Gagged
Them winter
Block’s be hot,
Summer heat
Make nigga’s
Cold
So it’s blacked
Out versace’s to
Block the shade
Nigga’s throw
Sometimes I tend to sit back
And wonder how
Wayne Perry
Healin’
When nigga’s kill
Your loyalty now
You gotta bury
Feelin’s, damn
Never catch me
Eatin’ off of no
Other bitch plate
But I pray I’m
Peelin’ off for
That bitch sake
Tunnel vision, my
Lane open
My heart racin’,
My brain goin’
I ain’t never gone stop
Never gone knock
No hustle never cop
Bet I’m gone pop
Yo bubble
When my stock
Gone double
Ya’ll bop but what
A never pop
Invested into
Herself, made
Bitch no
Sponsors
This a organized hustle we like
Some mobsters
When the lies
Come down,
And the truth
Goes up
Suicide’s right
And left like
Them two
Doors up
Nose up don’t buy
The bullshit
Look what the
Fuck I shot
Look what the fuck I copped
Look what the fuck I ride
Look what the fuck you not
Your joke ass
Would go broke
Your broke ass
Would go choke
Cocaine in the
Vein flow dope
Propane but
Your shame flow….
So for y’all rappin’ ass
Bitches that
Ain’t sayn’
Nothin’
Don’t mistake
My throne for
Yours and I ain’t
Even bluffin
Comin’ for my crown,
Imam run it for my town
Ain’t no dukin,
Uppercuttin comin’ for my round
Lolo Ali of the game,
r.i.d.’s ain’t the same
I’m the main bitch
You the runner,
R.I.P. to you lames
Now this
Controversial ass
Made everybody go buy one
Queen Roe of course do
Everything that I
Done
It’s Taylor Gang
Bitch and I got me
a bad boy
Two empires one house I can see
Why you mad boy
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